𝐖𝐇𝐎: BRONTIDE & FARRIER ( @ferriar ) 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: THE ATLANTIS, EEL 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: FEBRUARY 4, 2349 – APPROX. 8:30PM
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒. They were glad not to have known about the various complications which had arisen throughout the course of the heist at the time – each recollection of the events she’d heard since disembarking had only served to cause her concern, and increasing surprise that they’d managed to make it off the train with all crew members and divinity in tact. It was no secret to all involved that this heist had needed to go well – and that BRONTIDE had the most riding on its success of them all.
It had almost come as a shock when Odyssey had informed them they’d be leading this heist – the first one they’d been put in charge of since returning to the crew a few months ago. Sure, she had been welcomed back by their leader upon her return ( she won’t go so far as to say with welcome arms, but the fact that he hadn’t shot Brontide dead on the spot was probably as close to welcomed as she was going to get ), and they had been keeping their head down and working hard ever since – but, truthfully, they’d not expected to be entrusted with something so... critical so soon.
While she might have questioned the move on Odyssey’s part, she was also sure that there were several other members of the crew who felt the same way, and they weren’t willing to provide those who might doubt her with an opening to question her position more than they already did. So, Brontide had graciously accepted the appointment with a firm promise that they would not let Odyssey down ( though their promises carried little weight these days, it still felt right to say it ). They hadn’t allowed themselves the chance to breathe until all members of the crew had exited the train, until they had met up again with Odyssey and Courier, until the divinity had been counted and divided – until Odyssey had looked her in the eye and nodded, as close to approval as she imagined she would get.
Still, Brontide felt as though they could have done MORE.
Twenty-four hours later, and while they imagine the rest of the crew are riding high off the thrill of SUCCESS, Brontide still exists within their own thoughts. They run over the events, again and again, considering changes they could have made – ways they might have improved. Perhaps it was unhelpful to dwell on the past – but this had always been their way, so trapped in what was and what might have been, that they forget to focus on what is. This may have been a success, yes, but it still failed to truly feel like one.
The find themselves in THE ATLANTIS the night after they arrive in EEL – stagnant air within the inn becoming too much to handle as they seek out a reprieve, imagining that at least one of their crew mates would have had the same idea to indulge at the somewhat disreputable establishment. She’s right, of course, as she spots FARRIER sitting at one of the booths as she approaches the bar, ordering a whiskey sour before tentatively ( a word which would never have been associated with her in the past ) making her way over. “Can I sit?”